It's Like I've Waited My Whole Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

So he came up with this pathetic, ridiculous excuse to kick me out of my own life. But here's the truth he doesn't know. I've been waiting for this day for a very long time, too.

I stayed there for a long while, kneeling by her side, holding her hand lightly, and waiting. Waiting had been my life for years. Waiting for acceptance, waiting for recognition, waiting for her to love me. And though the waiting never seemed to end, I could not stop. I would keep coming, keep speaking, keep kneeling here, because she was my mother. And even if she could not see it now, I hoped one day she might.

Like I wasn’t just waiting for my life to happen to me. Like I was finally stepping into it. Even if it meant stepping closer to him.

"People were kind, mostly. But they were also afraid. Of me. Of what I represented." "The double eclipse." "And everything that came after. The dreams that became real. The omens." I pick at a loose thread on my sleeve. "I spent my whole life feeling like I was waiting for something. Like there was this… hole inside me that nothing could fill. And then I dreamed you, and suddenly the waiting made sense." "Because we're fated."

He patted my back gently, speaking in a low, soothing voice. I clutched my chest and finally found my voice after a long moment. “I dreamed of… a very strange place, somewhere I didn’t recognize. You were there, and I was too… I-I was… Isabella…” He took my ice-cold hands in his and said, “What you saw in your dream was our past life.” I trembled, unable to speak. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “It’s okay if you don’t remember. I’ll remember for both of us. I love you. From that life to this one, no matter who you are, I will always love you.”

Like she’d said them too many times to too many people or let's their usual method of dismissing people after making them wait for sometime. Mellisa squeezed my hand so hard I felt the pressure. “We’ll wait,” she said. “No matter how long.” I nodded because I had nothing else to offer. My mouth opened but nothing came out. Even hope felt too heavy to lift anymore. But even as we sat there, a small, tired voice in my head kept saying the same thing I’d been trying to quiet for days: Maybe they don’t want me there. maybe I’d been written off already, out of his life completely even worse than I had envisaged.

I'm 476 years old, and the war I explained happened roughly 500 years ago. I used to fantasize about the day I'd meet my mate. Meeting the one who was created for me was fascinating, and after what Mom said, I was even more excited to meet her. I know I'll cherish her and give her all her happiness. Because this years-long wait has evolved into a centuries-long hold, I know my mate will be someone deserving. I have often felt disheartened and thought that I would never find a mate, but then I remind myself that she may not have been born yet, which is why it is taking so long, and when I meet her, I know it will all be worth it.

I just need you. I hesitated… then hit send. And then I stared at the screen like it held my whole damn life inside it.

ROMAN. I had waited for this day for as long as I understood that one day I would have my very own Luna, just like Dad had Mom. As a boy, I used to watch them and wonder when I’d have that kind of bond. Something deeper than friendship, stronger than blood. Patience wasn’t always easy. The years dragged on, especially when those around me began finding their mates while I kept waiting, empty-handed. But I never lost faith. Deep down, I knew she was out there. I knew that when I finally found her, every restless night and every ache of waiting would be worth it.

I don't wanna die, princess. I don't. ...... Waiting is maybe the most excruciating thing ever invented in the world, if to say that it was been invented or created. It was a mere concept after all. In the in between of your waiting time, many things could go wrong; things that could change the entire game plan. I always hated waiting. I was born impatient, didn't even wait for the doctor's hand to slap me before I wailed into ear shattering cries. The time wasted for something you don't even know if would come. Your heart that don't stop from thumping, from racing and from worrying for the worst to come. It all makes me ill.